Unspoken III (Poem)

Unspoken III

Don’t know why I called you.
I know it’s all so wrong, but I
can’t help it. I just did.

We laughed and talked about
a past that seems so long, but there
was so much left unsaid.

A carefully orchestrated mess.
We danced around all the pain and ugliness
though we both recalled it.

Both of us had some truth to say,
but we both spent the time just too damn afraid
and there was so much left unsaid.

Don’t know why I called you.
I know it’s all so wrong, but I
can’t help it. I just did.

I know the past is somewhere
we just don’t belong, and there
was too much left unsaid.

A carefully orchestrated mess.
We danced around all the pain and loneliness
though we can’t forget it.

Both of us had some truth to say,
but we both let our foolish pride get in the way
and still there’s so much left unsaid.
There is so much left unsaid.